Mining my mind

How heavy can consciousness be? *** I hate time for it takes everything away from me, family, friends, partners. All except this. Tried living the moment only to stare, the trail of the past, distant still aware. Awareness is pricey, mining my mind, as if my senses were malfunctioning high. I’ve talked about this, about feeling broken, deep in a nightmare from which you can’t be awoken. Time always takes, but it rarely gives. A selfish son of a bitch who makes sensitives grieve. Take me out, launch me into hyperspace, I’m tired of running, tired of this race. *** Copyright © Denny K. Schuldt 2026